Every sentence is rehearsed.
I lie through every verse
I put a needle through my skin
For attention I was deprived as a kid
I say I want peace
But I consumed all the peace that used to exist
It lives inside of me
But suffocates my me when the day blinks
I need to breathe
But my lungs are cuffed to my breaks
Triumph seethes into my dreams
At night, when I try to sleep
Don’t blame me for the bags under my eyes
All I do now is think
Yes, Steve exists
He painted the red room
In the far corner of my head
That’s where the ghosts now live
I see fire under my bed when I try to blink
Yet I still I sink
Send some help; I just need attention.
This was written by our contributing writer, Siwaphiwe Matha.
Image Source: Pexels, Chelsi Peter
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